C L O U D S. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

The sky was clear,
With blue clouds
Rushing from one end
To another end of the sky,
Blown by the wind,
Never tired, changing
Hues from the morning
Red to orange,
Then to blue with white,
Giving a shade,
Like an umbrella
From the rays of hot sun,
Which simmered down,
When the clouds passed by,
Lively the clouds were,
Becoming dark,
Before the rains,
With a silver lining
At other times,
Giving company
To the rain bow
Whenever it appeared,
How can one imagine
A sky without clouds.

Ravikiran Arakkal